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From worshipping I now arise / Stunned and aghast, with open eyes / I see the real, the little you / I thought so gallant, brave and true.
A pity yet is mine, I fear, / Since wherefore comes this falling tear, / For none among your fawning throng / Will love you well, nor love you long.